your money or life! That or your pretty boyfriend gets gutted!
A bandit holds a knife to Kozal.
"!!!" Souji looked over at the man with the knife, pointing at Kozal pressed his lips thin. "Don't be hasty, okay?? Here..." he held up a purse. "You can have the fuckin money..." he came closer, carefully holding it up like he was the one being threatened with the knife, but he knew one hand would have to let go of Kozal, so he made sure it was the hand with the knife he came toward.
He wasn't an idiot. And no bandit was going to threaten his Kozal and get away with it.
He had trust in his training and his reflexes.
The moment he saw the other's hand relax, he dropped the purse, grabbing the wrist holding the knife and pulling away, a leg kicking Kozal's side to get him away as fast as he could. "Fucker!" He cursed, twisting the knife from his hand so it fell next to the purse.
He took his other arm and broke the man's arm at the elbow, not flinging at the scream, but instead punching him in the face and pulling the knife from the ground as the bandit held his limp limb. Souji yanked him up by the hair. "You picked the wrong target."
The knife was buried deep in his throat, Souji's eyes cold as he watched the wretched thing's eyes lose light. He simply dropped him, the bandit crumpling to the ground, and picked up the purse, stashing it back into its pocket in his shirt.
When he turned to find Kozal, however, he rushed to the mage's side, looking him over. "Are you alright?? You're not hurt are you? Did I kick you too hard?? I'm sorry, it's the only way I could think to get you out of harm's way..." Hands that were murderous were gentle, searching for any sign of discomfort or injury. He even cupped the man's face, searching for any hint of bruising.